Sick In The House Of Pickle

Today we are supposed to be at gymnastics right now. Little Lady's favorite day of the week. The one day we are guaranteed to get out and do something during this very snowy, cold winter. But, instead we are at home in pj's carrying around a box of kleenex and trying to cough up the crud that decided to take up residence in my little ones chest. Yep, it's one of those kind of weeks. It started last week. Big A didn't go to work during the blizzard because he was sick and he came home early Friday because he didn't want to spread the nastiness to those he works with. Instead, the crud has been spread around the house like wildfire. Sunday we were at my parents and that's when Little Lady started coughing and it only got worse as the night progressed and by the next day it was full blown chest cold. We have been sleeping with her on our chests, watching morning cartoons laying on the couch snuggled under Dora blankets, and having plenty of juice and Toy Story chicken noodle soup. She is getting better. She covers her cough with her elbow which is good and very very cute at the same time. Then yesterday, I woke up with the soar throat and today am a little coughy. I'm hoping it just kind of hop, skips, and jumps it's way over me but most likely it won't. My biggest hope at this point is that we are on the up and up by Monday - Valentine's Day - so we can go to her playdate party. Fingers crossed. Until then, stay away from the House of Pickle.